Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Nas,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.